Jay-Z= 50 cent in 5 years

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  1. barnizzle

    barnizzle HIP HOP

    Sep 25, 2004

    i'm 24 my nigga...and i had a discussion like this with my 15 year old cousin that thinks 50 and jay are equal. age has nothing to do with this. he just stupid as fuck

    end of story
  2. The_K3

    The_K3 ^Secksi^

    Dec 30, 2005
    i think teh first dude was responding to me.
  3. Purple Haze

    Purple Haze pop warner hof

    Jun 9, 2000
    Theres alot of people 21+ that think Jay-Z the greatest dude.

    It's not even worth arguing with you anymore. You got dismantled by like 20 niggas.
  4. YuNG WaLT

    YuNG WaLT GhettoChild Ambassador

    Feb 20, 2006
    yo dream..just look at it this way...

    of every single lyric jay has spit..album wise/cameo/radio drops&freestyles..

    noneof it was ever ever written down 1st..yea it mighta been "pre-thought"..but to be able to flow at that consistancy with even slighty better than average lyrical skill speaks volumes...only others really known to do this(mainstream) was B.I.G.(but whos to say if he really coulda maintained the same level of consistancy?)...and lil wayne(and it still remains to be seen what level of lyrical respect he earns)...

    i mean..just peep his movie "FADE 2 BLACK"..if you havent seen it already...he has a segment in it that directly addresses the "nay-sayers"...
  5. The_K3

    The_K3 ^Secksi^

    Dec 30, 2005
    Jay-z > 50 cent lyric wise flow wise image wise everything wise pretty much
    but jay-z lyrics arent thatgood its everything else that make it nice
  6. Mr. Key

    Mr. Key Heron and sex in one....

    Feb 13, 2005
    Jay-z lyrics ARE good, if your looking for punchlines then look else where. But if you cant see the wittyness and lyrcism in songs like Breathe Easy, the depth in songs like Soon you'll understand, Song cry then your a fool. Even in songs with played concepts like Girl, girls, girls, he makes it witty. People love hov for his honesty in his lyrics, he not only brings it lyrically, but he puts things in a way where people can relate. Every song he's featured on makes that song even better. There's no denying that he's the most consistent rapper. How can you compare him to 50 cent who has made two albums and has yet to drop a classic. Jay has 2 of them, some consider it to be 3. Jay is lightyears more clever with his lyrcis and better with his flow than 50 cent, and if you cant see that then there's no talking or explaination in the world that can convince you otherwise. Its so blatantly obvious its ridiculous and its sad that you'd even argue this point. Point blank if you have listened to the black album as you say you have and cant see a obvious difference in lyricism between that and the Massacre then your not perceptive at all.
  7. Mr. Key

    Mr. Key Heron and sex in one....

    Feb 13, 2005
    And its funny that you said you listen to intelligent rappers, yet you put Game, Twista Ludacris, and Dre.....Game is not an intelligent rapper, he's witty at times and I like his music, but nothing he's raps about make you think or makes him appear intelligent. Twista is far from an intellectual rapper, all he has is a fast flow, nothing stands out about his lyrics. Ludacris has a great voice for hip hop, and a nice flow, he spits some alright stuff at times and is capable of doing it all the time, but he doesnt. None of them have made a classic. So you basically contradicted yourself. Then you said you listen to Dre....what is intellectual about Dre's lyrics? Tell me.... and then as soon as I told you Jay has written for Dre and that Dre has written damn near none of his lyrics, even going back to the NWA days when Cube wrote for him, you decide to say you really just listen to him for the beats....But I thought you said you only listen to intelligent rap? Now your changing shit up because your lack of hip hop knowledge was exposed. The only intelligent rappers you listed were Nas, and Kanye. Everything you've posted is screaming how much of an idiot you are when it comes to hiphop. Why should we even post hot lines by Jay, its not like it'll look ill in words, you gotta hear it. And the fact that you dont listen to much Jay discredits any opinion you have on him. Post hot lines by Twista, Dre, Game, Luda, and Bone and I will post Jay lines better than them, until you do I will not respect your opinion because you've already kicked your crediblity to shit.
  8. Stez

    Stez New Member

    Jun 26, 2005
    this thread is retarted. A comparison between arguably a top 5 of all time MC/ legendary rapper and a teeny bopper who gets NO respect in hiphop circles. yea 50's first album was pretty good, but it still doesnt touch any album Jay-z has ever made besides maybe Vol.2. Jay-z shits on 50 in every aspect possible. I'm not sure why this thread exists it is a slap in the face and a disgrace to Jay-z.
  9. Jai-Z

    Jai-Z Bangem, Jai

    Mar 8, 2005
    yea.. ur pretty much what we call the town idiot.

    50 didnt dumb down his lyrics.. that niggas lyrics BEEN dumb. and now.. so r u.
  10. Purple Haze

    Purple Haze pop warner hof

    Jun 9, 2000
    Dickriding aside, Mr. Key killed it.
  11. Jai-Z

    Jai-Z Bangem, Jai

    Mar 8, 2005
    mos def, common and wutang =intellegent rappers.

    not ludacris, twista and dre. those r what ud call commercial club bangers.lol
  12. Detroit

    Detroit The d is silent

    Jan 26, 2006
    Dre might bot rap intellegent but he is..........so u cant say he's not intellegent when the man owns a empire..........

    Common is wack by the way new album was ok tho Mos Def however is cold and Wu Tang is.........ehhhhhhhhh beside a few members like inspectadeck and raekwon mosts of them are weak ppl say ppl cant dig em cause a there slang well the same thing can b said about Cam'Ron so do u call cam'Ron a intellegent rapper also?Have u actually looked at Ghostface Killahs lyrics wrote down? Besides Ironman*yea niggas i listen to everything* and alotta old shit he is garboooooooooooooooooooooo all his new material is wack justs like Cam'ron so if your gonna say wutang u're saying the whole group so your saying a Cam'Ron caliber rapper is A intellegent rapper?Wow
  13. Mr. Key

    Mr. Key Heron and sex in one....

    Feb 13, 2005
    Im not knocking the fact that Dre is intelligent. He is an intelligent man, but he doesnt show it in his lyrics. The thread maker went on about how he only listened to intelligent rap, but then named Dre, who doesnt rap about anything intellectual, that was my point. Common is FAR from wack, Common is one of the nicest emcees still doin it. His raps are metaphorical and have meaning, Common is deep, just because he's more poetic than gangster rap doesnt mean he's wack.

    "They say home is where the hates is, my dome is where fate lives, and strolls where souls get lost like Vegas, seen through the eyes of rebel glasses, pray to God that my arms reach the masses the young smoke grass in grassless jungles, rubberbands together in cashless bundles, we wear struggling chains, survival? only hustle remains, making cents of it we hustle for change. Revolution aint a game its another name, for life fighting, someone to stay in they corner like Mike Tyson, Hypes fighting for hits to heighten they hell. Dont he know he can only get as high as he fell? Show money becomes bail, relationships become jail, children are unheld. I wish love was for sale, behold the pale, coarse got me trapped like R. Kell."

    If you cant see intelligence and dopeness in that then I would like to know what IS hot to you.
  14. Sonz1

    Sonz1 Registration Please

    Feb 22, 2001
    thedream233 = retarded dishwasher in 5 years
  15. X sample

    X sample New Member

    May 7, 2003
    haha, wack thread..

    jay and 50 are NOTHING alike....are u a retard?

    jay is one of the best to ever touch a mic....while 50 had potential but hes just a pop star now...

    and lol @ ill rich...ig'nant ass muthafucka....jay SHITS on 50 as a businessman...he's the top money earner in the realm of hip hop...he's worth over 300 million...hes the ceo...50 is an employee...
  16. thedream233

    thedream233 Thrillmatic

    Nov 18, 2005
    Post hot lines by Twista, Dre, Game, Luda, and Bone and I will post Jay lines better than them, until you do I will not respect your opinion because you've already kicked your crediblity to shit.[/QUOTE]

    Can't believe I'm still doing this...


    "I own so many jerseys I'm a throwback mess
    I hit the cleaners and tell 'em I want a full court press "

    "I'm from the school of hard knocks, sneak peeks and low blows
    Where X's mark spots and kitchens mark O's
    Where love is gon' getcha and hate is gon' snitch ya
    And fingers squeeze triggers like boa constrictors
    It's the, Mr. Luda, Jada and Nas
    And our bullets give you a deep tissue massage
    So hear a song and dance while I make these ends
    You never stood half a chance like Siamese Twins
    AHHH - THEY SHOOTIN, look in the barrel
    Then he made the front page of the Miami Herald
    or Chi. Tribune, nozzles with silent doom
    We in that A-Town Journal-list, filed with goons
    You should print my information, quote my rhyme
    And keep me in between these New York and L.A. Times
    I was the victim of society, it's 'Cris the menace
    With mo' shit out on the streets than evicted tenants"

    " A black man but I feel so blue
    So I smoke green and purple til my dreams come true
    And my eyes turn red, the sky turns grey
    Children slangin white in the hood, we call it yay
    Drinkin' Ol' Gold down my yellow brick road
    Where we write my script until my storys been told"

    "They say sleep is the cousin of death, so my eyes wide open
    Cause a dream is kin to your last breath"

    "I mean I'll hook niggaz up to them IV's
    the same way Dre hooked me up to Iovine"

    "The media is bullshit, now we can't even say bitch
    They accusin Michael of touchin kids in the wrong places
    At first they embraced him, had a couple of facelifts
    Now people wanna place him with murderers and rapists"


    "I'm feelin you Luda', smokin my buddha, coochie recruiter
    Comin at the fatty in a platinum Caddy so back it up fast
    Hit it a hour and a half, watch the spectacular splash
    on the back and leave it drippin down the crack of her ass
    Call me Mr. Magillicuddy, chasin booty soft as silly putty
    Killin for money, still a thug get bump; from some pokin
    and locomotion hittin bunnies, for threesome getcha buddy
    When I'm feelin scummy I love to cut"

    (dissing bone)

    "Come look around Crook County, look around, you found me
    I must've been bad to the bone, get the mask and the chrome
    This Chi gotta die from a blast to the dome
    Nigga, not muthafuckin' Ouija board
    I receive my blessings from G's and Lord, nine-millies and source
    But the art of war nigga, must've found breathin' bored
    Tellin' me to look into your eyes, all I see is a bitch
    Tell Krayzie in New Orleans that he bit
    Talkin' about you was lovin' my shit
    Hit the bud and got sent on that shit odyssey mumblin' r&b
    You can keep the apology, you gon' try to dishonor me
    Kill the Hoes of the Harmony
    Just when you thought it was safe
    The Bone niggas 'bout to get slaughtered and raped
    I can slow down and audit the tape
    Y'all bent and all y'all who thought it was fake
    Now watch (?) on the stage, beef and the rage
    Die on the first on the month, 'cause it's than the blunt
    Why would you compete to be doomed, now you gon' see Eazy-E soon
    Feel the boom of the reprecussion, 'cause the reefer's still rushin'
    When I reach and start bustin'
    I'm a Bone Crusher, crook county or nothin
    Ain't no bluffin'"

    Dr. Dre

    "It's the D-R-E the spectacular
    In a party I go for your neck so call me Blackula"

    " So where's all the Madd Rappers at?
    It's like a jungle in this habitat
    But all you savage cats, know that I was strapped wit gats
    when you were cuddlin a Cabbage Patch"


    God bless you working on a plan to Heaven
    Follow the Lord all 24/7 days, GOD is who we praise
    even though the devil's all up in my face
    But he keeping me safe and in my place, say grace
    For the case to race with a chance to face the judge
    And I'm guessing my soul won't budge
    Grudge because there's no mercy for thugs
    Oh what can I do it's all about our family and how we roll
    Can I get a witness let it unfold
    We living our lives to eternal our soul aye-oh-aye-oh

    Runnin' with thet AK-47 buckin heated heavy
    bustin niggas in the belly, and follow with the 357,
    and then the automatic tech'll get 'em
    niggaz love the way I wet 'em when I get up in 'em
    hit 'em and I really meant to split 'em
    put these niggas on they ass like a overdose of penicillin
    murder, nigga wanna pack a pistol wit' it
    we got a coffin that'll fit you in it the bullets come wit' it
    heard a nigga supposed to be on the stalk
    so, now we takin caution when we walk
    a lotta niggas could talk, they betta not be actin
    nigga betta show me some affirmative action
    cuz I'ma take it baby, mo' comin thru blastin
    an innocent nigga you turn around and go back
    cuz niggas that cross-fires, no lie
    the motherfuckin' bullets fly by, be blinded
    it's a helluva war so motherfucker bring it on bitch
    hell yeah, we been ready for da longest
    who you gonna caome wit'
    yes, we said it, so nigga that die we got to be ready(ready)
    got into the game just a little too deep
    now motherfuckers on the creep, but i can't sleep
    until my enemies rest in peace(rest in peace)

    ***Fuck anyone who just wants to talk shit with no proof.
  17. Mr. Key

    Mr. Key Heron and sex in one....

    Feb 13, 2005
    Renegade, second verse:

    I had to hustle
    My back to the wall, ashy knuckles
    Pockets filled with a lot of lent, not a cent
    Gotta vent, lot of innocent lives lost on the project bench
    Whatchu hollerin, got get work, bring dollars in
    By the bodegga, Iron under my coat, feelin braver
    Du rag wrappin my waves up pockets full of hope
    Do not step to me im akward
    I box lefty im offin
    My pops left me an orphan, my momma wasnt home
    Cannot stress to me I wasnt grown
    Especially on nights I brought something home to quiet the stomache rumblance
    My demeanor, 30 years my senior my childhood didnt mean much
    Only raisin green up
    Raisin my fingers to critics
    Raisin my head to the sky
    Big I did it multi before i die, no lie
    Just know I chose my own fate
    I went to the fork in the road and went straight

    Breathe Easy (Lyrical Exercise) - This shits on everything you posted: LOL, I didnt even catch all the excercising references till I read the lyrics, if you cant see the wit and cleverness in this than your a fool.

    I jog in the graveyard
    Spar in the same ring
    Now it's house by the building
    Where Malcolm X was slain
    I spring train in the winter
    Round early December
    Run suicide drills over and over
    With the weight of the world on my shoulder
    That's why they call me "Hova"
    I'm far from being God
    But I work goddamn hard
    I wake up the birds who in the nerves is sleep
    I'm catching my second wind the second the first one end
    I am "focused man"
    And I'm not afraid of death
    And I'm going all out
    I circle the vultures in a van and
    I run the block (run)
    Pull up in a drop (pull up)
    Push up on my money (push up)
    I'm in great shape dunny
    I keep jacks jumping thirty six sets
    Like a personal trainer I teach coke to stretch
    I pump and rock sweats
    All white trainers
    The ghettoes, Billy Blanks
    I show you niggas what pain is
    Maintain your stamina
    Hov will damage ya
    Spot you two rhymes y'all niggas is amateurs
    The fifth
    A dead lift if
    Niggas don't want to get shot then y'all niggas better squat
    I drop your set for rep
    No need to hit the showers
    The spit from the fifth leave you wet
    Lyrical exercise
    [hard breathing]
    Y'all niggas ain't tired right?

    Get your weight up
    Not your hate up
    Jigga man is diesel
    When I lift the eight up
    Y'all ain't ready to workout with the boy
    Your flow is brain on drugs
    Mines is rap on steroids
    I lift every voice when I sing
    My ability
    Make yours look like an exercise in futility
    Bring your squad
    Biceps, Triceps, and Quads
    We don't struggle with undeveloped muscles
    Y'all ain't real
    That's y'all Achilles Heel
    Same routine when you see me you know the drill
    I spot ya
    I lift the weight of the watch off your arm
    Remain nice and calm
    Put down your things
    Trinidad of the game know my way around your ring
    No matter how many pounds you bring
    It sounds like the same old thing
    R-O-C is the strongest team
  18. Mr. Key

    Mr. Key Heron and sex in one....

    Feb 13, 2005
    Twenty-two 2's

    Check this out
    Too much west coast dick lickin'
    And too many niggas on a mission
    Doin ya best Jay-Z rendition
    Too many rough muthafuckas
    I got my suspcions
    That you're just fish in a pool of sharks nigga, listen
    Too many bitches wanna be ladies
    So if you a hoe, I'ma call you a hoe
    Too many bitches is shady
    Too many ladies give these niggas too many chances
    Too many brothas wanna be lovers
    Don't know what romance is
    Too many bitches stuck up from
    Too many sexual advances
    No questions, Jay-Z got too many answers
    I been around this block too many times
    Rock too many rhymes, clocked too many nines
    Too, to all my brothers it ain't too late
    To come together
    Cause too much black and too much love
    Equal forever
    I don't follow any guidelines
    Cause too many niggas ride mines
    So I change styles every two rhymes

    Yo, yo, yo
    Copped to reach my quota
    Push rock, roll up smooth-like on ya
    Whole groove like hold up
    Swole up...too many faggot niggas
    Clockin my spendin', exercisin' your
    Gay-like minds like Richard Simmons
    If you can catch Jay right on a late night
    Without the eight right
    Maybe you can test my weight, right?
    I dip, spit quicker than you ever seen
    Adminster pain, next the ministers screaming ya name
    At your wake as I peak in
    Look in ya casket, feelin' vehment
    "Look at 'em, still sleepin' "
    Ya never ready, forever petty
    Minds stay petty, mines thinking longevity until I'm seventy
    Livin' heavily, FUCK Felony after Felony
    What nigga ya broke, what the fuck you gone tell me

    Can I live, Second verse:
    My mind is infested, with sick thoughts that circle
    like a Lexus, if driven wrong it's sure to hurt you
    Dual level like duplexes, in unity, my crew and me
    commit atrocities like we got immunity
    You guessed it, manifest it in tangible goods
    Platinum Rolexed it, we don't lease
    we buy the whole car, as you should
    My confederation, dead a nation, EXPLODE
    on detonation, overload the mind of a said patient
    When it boils to steam, it comes to it
    we all fiends gotta do it, even righteous minds go through this
    True this, history school us to spend our money foolish
    Bond with jewellers and, watch for intruders
    I stepped it up another level, meditated like a buddhist
    Recruited lieutenants with ludicrous, dreams of
    gettin cream let's do this, against Te-Di-ouS
    So I keep one eye open like, C-B-S, ya see me
    stressed right? Can I live?

    Cant knock the hustle, Second and third verses:

    last seen outta state, where I dropped my slang,
    I'm deep in the south, kickin up top game,
    bouncin on the highways, switchin 4 lanes,
    screaming though the sunroof money aint a thing,
    your worst fear confirmed, me and my fam roll tight like the firm,
    gettin down for life, thats right, you better learn,
    why play when fire burns?,
    we get together like a choir, to acquire what we desire,
    we do dirt like worms, produce g's like sperm,
    till legs spread like germs,
    I get extensive hoes, with expensive clothes,
    and I sip fine wines, and spit vintage flows,
    what y'all dont know?
    cuz ya cant knock the hustle

    y'all niggas lunchin, punchin the clock,
    my function, is to make much and lay back munchin,
    sippin remy on the rocks, my crew, somethin to watch,
    nothin to stop, un-stoppable,
    scheme on the ice, I gotta hide ya crew,
    I gotta, let you niggas know the time like movado,
    my motto, stack rocks like colorado,
    while I order champagne, kristals by the bottle,
    its a damn shame, what ya not though, me,
    slick like a gato (cat), fuckin jay-z,
    my pops knew exactly what he did when he made me,
    he tried to get a nut and he got a nut inwhat!,
    straight bananas, can a nigga, see me,
    got the U.S Open, advantage jigga,
    serve like Sampras, play fake rappers like a canvas,
    le tigre, son youre too eager,
    you aint havin it?, good, me either,
    lets, get together and make this whole world believers huh,
    at my arraignment, screamin,
    all us blacks got is sports and entertainment,
    until we even, leavin, as long as I'm breathin,
    cant knock the way a nigga eatin, fuck you even,
  19. Mr. Key

    Mr. Key Heron and sex in one....

    Feb 13, 2005
    Heart of the City:
    Uh, uhh, listen
    First the Fat Boys break up, now every day I wake up
    Somebody got a problem with Hov'
    Whassup y'all niggaz all fed up cause I got a little cheddar
    and my records movin out the sto'?
    Young fucks spittin at me, young rappers gettin at me
    My nigga Big predicted the shit exactly
    "Mo' Money, Mo' Problems" - gotta move carefully
    Cause faggots hate when you gettin money like athletes
    Yung'uns ice-grillin me, ohh - you not feelin me?
    Fine; it cost you nothin - pay me no mind
    Look, I'm on my grind cousin, ain't got time for frontin
    Sensitive thugs, y'all all need hugs
    Damn though mans I'm just tryin do me
    If the record's two mill' I'm just tryin move three
    Get a couple of chicks, get 'em to try to do E
    Hopefully they'll menage before I reach my garage
    I don't want much, fuck I drove every car
    Some nice cooked food, some nice clean drawers
    Bird-ass niggaz I don't mean to ruffle y'all
    I know you waitin in the wing but I'm doin my thing
    Where's the love?

    And then the Fugees gon' break up, now everyday I wake up
    Somebody got somethin to say
    What's all the fuckin fussin for? Because I'm grubbin more
    and I pack heat like I'm the oven door?
    Niggaz pray and pray on my downfall
    But everytime I hit the ground I bounce up like roundball
    Now I don't wanna have to kill sound bar
    Don't wanna have to cock back the four pound bar
    Look scrapper I got nephews to look after
    I'm not lookin at you dudes, I'm lookin past ya
    I thought I told you characters I'm not a rapper
    Can I live? I told you in ninety-six
    that I came to take this shit and I did, handle my biz
    I scramble like Randall with his
    Cunning-ham but the only thing runnin is numbers fam
    Jigga held you down six summers; damn, where's the love?

    Nigga respect the game, that should be it
    What you eat don't make me shit - where's the love?

    Guns & Roses:

    Post Postatono, Hov' hangin with Bono
    U2 can live like Salvatore Ferragamo
    And you too can cool out poolside after Delano
    If you too flowed like you was out of your mind yo
    And who knew dude who loved ••••• pies from McDonalds
    Would soon be the boss of the Big •••••, ya know
    And who knew dude would play ball for the NBA
    Would make a mistake on the who know it stayed still in the way
    Who knew that would be his last shot, who drew up that play
    They giveth and they taketh life is cool that way
    But even a broken clock is right two times a day
    You could have turned Guns into Roses like two times today
    Now there's something you gotta say two times to Jay
    I got my shades on waiting for the sun to shine my way
    Got my boom box, suntan lotion waiting for action
    Its safe when you play with skills, good luck could happen

    It got to hot so I jumped off in this rap shit
    You got it criss-crossed ain't no turning me backwards
    Too many District Attorneys concerned with the actions
    Of one individual he's criminally attached
    I turned in all my rap chips I'm earning my bachelors
    While dating all the models and actresses
    I'm learning all the potholes in every single barrio
    Trying not to mess up my axis kid
    On the road to riches through trafficking
    Through rappining whatever's happening
    Roc-a-wear I'm the young black Ralph Lauren
    Every time I get out they put me right back in
    The Michael Corleone of the microphone
    The Michelangelo of flow I paint pictures with poems
    Have you ever known moss like a rolling stone
    Case the Grim Reaper visits my home, nigga I'm gone c'mon

    More Guns then Roses, foes is, visibly shook of the invisible book, let's go
    Flowers need water to grow, it gotta rain
    And in order to experience joy you need pain
    Every time a baby is born, somebody slain
    You know the saying, somebody's lose is another's gain
    The sun comes out when the water goes down the drain
    When the rainbow in the cloud comes out we do it again
    Everything evens up, you just wait
    Even a garbage can gets a steak
    You ain't even a garbage can you have faith
    But when it turns your way before it turns away
    To turn that into something you gotta learn from Jay
    You will get return in your investment if attention you pay let's go
  20. Mr. Key

    Mr. Key Heron and sex in one....

    Feb 13, 2005
    Meet the Parents, this whole story is deeper than all the lyrics you posted, or could find from any of those artists you posted lyrics for.

    Let's take a trip down memory, lane at the cemetary
    Rain grey skies, seems at the end of every
    young black life is this line, "Damn - him already?
    Such a good kid," got us pourin Henn' already
    Liquor to the curb for my, niggaz up above
    When it, cracks through the pavement that's my way of sendin love
    So, give Big a hug, tell Aa-liyah I said hi
    'Til the next time I see her, on the other side
    He was just some thug that, caught some slugs
    And we loved him cause, in him we, saw some of us
    He walked like ussss, talked like ussss
    His back against the wall, nigga fought like us - damn
    Poor Isis, that's his momma name
    Momma ain't strong enough to raise no boy, what's his father name?
    Shorty never knew him, though he had his blood in him
    Hot temper, momma said he act just like her husband
    Daddy never fucked with him, so the streets raised him
    Isis blamin herself, she wish she coulda saved him
    Damn near impossible, only men can raise men
    He was his own man, not even him can save him
    He put his faith in her, thirty-eight in his waist
    But when you live by the gun you die by the same fate
    End up, dead before thirty-eight and umm
    That's the life of us raised by winter, it's a cold world
    Old girl turned to coke, tried to smoke her pain away
    Isis, life just, ended on that rainy day
    When she got the news her boy body could be viewed
    down at the City Morgue, opened the drawer, saw him nude
    Her addiction grew, prescription drugs, shift and brew
    Angel dust, dipped in WOO!
    She slipped into, her own fantasy world
    Had herself pregnant by a different dude
    But reality bites and, this is her life
    He wasn't really her husband, though he called her wife
    It was just this night when, moon was full
    And the stars were just right, and the dress was real tight
    Had her soundin like Lisa Lisa - I wonder if I take you home
    will you still love me after this night?
    Mike was the hardhead from the around the way
    that she wanted all her life, shit she wanted all the hype
    Used to hold on tight when he wheelied on the bike
    He was a Willie all her life he wasn't really the one to like
    It was a, dude named Shy who would really treat her right
    He wanted to run to the country to escape the city life
    But I-sis, like this, Broadway life
    She loved the Gucci sneakers, the red green and whites
    Hangin out the window when she first seen him fight
    She was so turned on that she had to shower twice
    How ironic it would, be some fight that
    turned into a homicide that'll alter their life
    See Mike at thirty-two was still on the scene
    Had a son fifteen that he never saw twice
    Sure he saw him as an infant, but he dissed on him like
    "If that was my son, he would look much different.
    See I'm light-skinnded and that baby there's dark
    so it's, momma's baby; poppa's maybe."
    Mike was still crazy out there runnin the streets (fuck niggaz want?)
    Had an older but light with thirty-eight gun in his reach
    It's been fourteen years, him and Isis ain't speak
    He runnin around like life's a peach, 'til one day
    he approached this thug that, had a mean mug
    And it looked so familiar that he called him "Young Cuz"
    Told him, get off the strip but the boy ain't budge (fuck you)
    Instead he pulled out a newer thirty-eight snub
    He clearly had the drop but the boy just paused (hold up)
    There was somethin in this man's face he knew he seen before
    It's like, lookin in the mirror seein hisself more mature
    And he took it as a sign from the almighty Lord
    You know what they say about he who hesitates in war
    (What's that?) He who hesitates is lost
    He can't explain what he saw before his picture went blank
    The old man didn't think he just followed his instinct
    Six shots into his kid, out of the gun
    Niggaz be a father, you're killin your son
    Six shots into his kid, out of the gun
    Niggaz be a father, you killin your sons

    Blueprint II - I dont care what anyone says, he shitted on Nas on this

    I got my mojo back baby, oh behave
    Naw, naw, don't be afraid
    Y'all and your articles, hard to spit at Jay
    Y'all from afar threw thoughts my way
    What you thought, I would naught have nothing to say? Nope!
    Y'all fell into the booby trap
    I set the trap just to see dude react, and now
    And now you'se can't leave
    You opened the door god, I'm at you annually
    And I'm sorry Miss Rosie Perez
    I call a spade a spade, it just is what it is
    But you can't give cred to anything dude says
    Same dude to give you ice and you owe him some head
    (Shortyyyy!) It's time to wake up the dead
    You sound a little naive in them articles that I read

    Can't y'all, see that he's fake, the rap version of TD jakes
    Prophesizing on your CDs and tapes
    Won't break you a crumb of the little bit that he makes
    And this is with whom you want to place your faith?
    I put dollars on mine, ask Columbine
    When the Twin Towers dropped, I was the first in line
    Donating proceeds off every ticket sold
    When I was out on the road, that's how you judge Hov, no?
    Ain't I supposed to be absorbed myself?
    Every time there's a tragedy, I'm the first one to help
    They call me this misogynist, but they don't call me the dude
    To take his dollars to give gifts at the projects
    These dudes is all politics, depositing checks
    they put in they pocket, all you get in return is a lot of lip
    And y'all buy the shit, caught up in the hype
    Cause the nigga wear a coofie, it don't mean that he bright
    Cause you don't understand him, it don't mean that he nice
    It just means you don't understand all the bullshit that he write
    Is it "Oochie Wally Wally" or is it "One Mic"?
    Is it "Black Girl Lost" or shorty owe you for ice?
    I've been real all my life, they confuse it with conceit
    Since I will not lose, they try to help him cheat
    But I will not lose, for even in defeat
    There's a valuable lesson learned, so it evens it up for me
    When the grass is cut, the snakes will show
    I gotta thank the little homie Nas for that though
    Saving me the hassle of speaking to half of these assholes
    And I'ma let karma catch up to Jaz-O, whoa
    I'm back before you had a chance to miss me
    My mama can't save you this time, niggas is history
    Who you know flow vicious as me?
    Yet so religiously, that's why they call me Hov
    I get the spoils cause the victor is me (me, nigga)
    You're an actor, you're not who you're depicted to be
    The street dreamin, all y'all niggas living through me
    I gave you life when niggas was forgetting you emcee
    I'm a legend, you should take a picture with me
    You should be happy to be in my presence, I should charge you a fee
    I'm Big Dog, Glenn Rob, listen God you a flea
    And the little homey Jungle is a garden to me
    What's the problem B? You not as hard as me
    Nigga hard as we, nigga R O C, nigga
    That's why they follow me, they feel my pain and my agony, nigga
    I won't rest till you on one knee
    You want war then it's war's gonna be, nigga
    Until you on one knee, you want war then it's war's gonna be, nigga
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